“I need a partner, someone who can help me keep my shit together, the club’s shit together, everything together. I need someone who can step up in areas I can’t or I’m failing,” he admits, though it can’t be easy. My hand finds his arm and I give a squeeze. “We can talk salary. I’ll be very competitive with your previous employer.”
The slyness in his voice has a laugh bursting from me. “Oh, obviously you’d be paying me,” I tease him knowing full well I’ll be taking him up on the offer.
For now, you never know what the future holds.
“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles because he knows I’m in, even without saying it. Suddenly, he slaps the side of my ass. “Come on, Tempest, let’s get dressed and grab breakfast. Afterwards, we’re taking a ride. I want you on the back of my bike.”
By the time we get to the ride part of the day, I’m nervous. I’ve never ridden before and I know this is a big deal. It’s one thing Tallulah was very clear about when telling me about the world she found herself pulled into; the world I found a place in.
I’m wearing what he picked out for me, including a leather jacket and we’re walking toward his bike when I glance over my shoulder to see most of the brothers, including Battle, and Tonya standing on the cement pad that could become a much nicer front porch with a little effort.
“Why are they watching us?” I ask Briggs out of the side of my mouth.
He chuckles, tugging my hand and pulling my focus toward him where he’s holding up a helmet painted like a massive storm. “You already know this is a big deal, you being on the back of my bike,” he doesn’t ask, just reminds. “They want to see it. Our first ride. It doesn’t always happen that they’d get the chance, but this was kind of a unique situation.”
He puts my helmet on top of my head, buckles it, and then gives my braid a tug. It’s the braid he fumbled through giving me after watching a video online.
“I wanted you on the back of my bike the moment you burst through the doors of my clubhouse. Fairly sure I dreamed about it,” he admits.
“Well, I’m all about making dreams come true,” I tease him before I glance at his bike and try not to let my nerves get the best of me. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll need to walk me through it.”
My biker’s crystal blue eyes soften and then he does without hesitation or annoyance. He takes it slow while instructing me how to get on, where to put my feet, and how to lean with him. Even when we pull out of the gate, he starts out slowly.
But something flips inside of me, and I give his waist a squeeze.
Then we’re flying. It’s freeing.
In that moment, with the wind rushing past us and my arms around my man’s waist, I realize I’m free.
Of the danger.
Of a future that wasn’t going anywhere.
Of a life I was scared to live.
Now I can have everything, and it started with an unfortunate death and has ended with being entrusted with a biker’s heart.
CHAPTER 19
MAYHEM
“Look at this view,” my words are colored with awe.
My cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans. I popped the button, looking for a little relief, when I stood up behind my desk and bent my woman over top of it. It didn’t help at all.
“Fuck,” I growl, “this is a fantasy come to life.”
Addyson looks over her shoulder, a smirk playing on one edge of her mouth. She teases me, bringing up our conversation from two days ago, “A secretary fantasy?”
“Ayoufantasy.”
Her brown eyes soften and then she wiggles her hips and bites her lip. Like I need any encouragement to bury my cock inside her tight pussy.
My hand slides over the globe of her ass and I squeeze her flesh; damn glad I stripped her already. Relief fills the groan I letout as I push my jeans and boxers down my legs to free my cock. I’m fucking throbbing.
I stroke myself a few times, seeking relief. It doesn’t fucking help. The only thing that’ll help me now is being buried inside my woman.
“You knew what you were doing when you walked in here, Tempest.”
